Here in the office of a women's car insurance firm I am surrounded by dedicated car insurance women who all drive their desks with verve and panache, but as I researched women's car driving issues I found myself on a motoring website with a small article called simply, "Coach Drivers" and it sparked my imagination.
As I read the straightforward information about needing a Passenger Carrying Vehicle (PCV) licence, a full EU driving licence, and the new EU directive that requires PCV holders to gain a Certificate of Professional Competency (CPC), I also found out that working as a coach driver could see you travelling all over the country visiting places of historic and cultural interest, and I thought, "What a good job."
As long as you didn't get too many coaches full of school kids, hell bent on sticking chewing gum on headrests and throwing up in the aisles before you've even got out of the school gates, I'm sure it could be very interesting.
Think about it ladies, you'd probably get a uniform (no more worries about whether the fashion police will excuse you for wearing black and blue together or if your comfy shoes are just a bit too scuffed for the office), you'd be left alone to drive the way you see fit (no more nagging about your driving from your darling partner / child / parent), you could look down on all those teeny-weeny cars on the motorway and when you get to your destination, you could either take a look round the museum / safari park / colossal out-of-town shopping mall, or, alternatively, you could park somewhere out of the way, put your feet up and have a snooze (well, I've seen many a male coach driver doing it), read your favourite mag, or do your nails even. Sounds like a blast to me.
My partner's Nan regularly goes on coach trips with her pensioner friends to Clark's Shopping Village or for a day trip to Weston-super-Mare and she regales us with tales of sing-songs and whip-rounds for the driver. I can't imagine any of them getting up to too much mischief on the back seats and it all sounds jolly nice.
See, if you love driving, a car insurance firm's desk isn't really the height of automotive experience and, although I do have lovely views of the South Downs to cast my gaze upon, I would sometimes love an air-conditioned driver's seat to be my office space. I enjoy motorway driving, I can work to deadlines, I have a caring helpful nature and I am a good driver (full no-claim bonus, clean licence and over twenty years of driving experience) and as for whiling away four hours as your passengers look at Grevy's zebra and the largest flock of ostriches in the UK, or wave their thirty-something arms around at a Take That concert in the Birmingham NEC, well I'm a very good user of free time, that's for sure. I think I'd make a great coach driver.
Right, pass me the application form – I'm gonna be a coach driver. I wonder if the car insurance women will miss me.
